El Dorado Is A Heart Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

Your flesh is made of pure gold
brought from afar, from a long dead star
on a ship of dreams, by the creatures of the moon,
that's why all men, want you in their beds.
And I'm one of them, and at the same time not
for I'm the only one that sees you as his bride.

Your dreamless worlds were cruel to me,
that's why I create my own
blue little rooms, millions and millions,
where I hide in the warmth of a first love
that's flaming out.